Myself, yes. And to you. By choice. I want the same things for you, and for you to feel comfortable leaning on me or sharing with me. I — we both are weak at that. But I always feel closer when we do. More grounded.

[ He’s smiling at the gentle touches to his hair and face, and flushing at the still new use of that word. ]

I want you happy too, love. And I want to try as many things with you as we want. Food and strange clothes and beaches and fantasies. I know I’ve said it before, but you make me adventurous. I like that.